Man, what a day! I woke up in Busto-Arsizio, and I knew it was gonna be wild. First off, I’m a shearer, right? So, I’m used to the quiet life, but today? Nah, not a chance.
I hit the streets, and it was like a scene from a movie. I mean, I’m walking down Via Milano, and it’s packed! People everywhere, like ants on a sugar hill. I’m just trying to get to the market, you know? Grab some fresh stuff for dinner. But nooo, there’s a street performer on the corner of Via Roma, playing some crazy tunes. I stop for a sec, and this dude is shredding on a guitar like he’s the next rock star. I’m like, “Dude, you’re in Busto, not Milan!” But hey, I gotta admit, he was good. Made me smile, at least.
So, I finally get to the market, right? And it’s chaos. I’m dodging old ladies with their carts like I’m in some sort of obstacle course. One lady nearly took me out with her shopping trolley. I’m like, “Chill, Nonna! I’m just trying to buy some veggies!”
I grab some tomatoes, and they’re looking fresh. But then, I see this guy, Marco, who runs the butcher shop. He’s got this massive grin, and I’m thinking, “What’s he up to?” Turns out, he’s got a new shipment of lamb. I’m like, “Perfect! I need some for tonight.” But then he tells me the price. I nearly choked on my espresso! I mean, come on, Marco! You trying to sell me gold or what?
After that, I’m walking down Corso Italia, and I see this cute café. I’m a sucker for a good cappuccino, so I pop in. The barista, this young guy, is all about the latte art. He’s like, “Check this out!” and he makes a heart. I’m like, “Bro, I just wanted caffeine, not a love letter!” But hey, it was a solid cup.
Then, outta nowhere, it starts pouring. I mean, like, monsoon level. I’m soaked in seconds. I’m standing under an awning on Via Manzoni, trying to figure out my next move. Do I wait it out or make a run for it? I decide to make a break for it. Bad idea. I slip on the wet pavement and go down like a sack of potatoes. I’m lying there, laughing and cursing at the same time. “Great, just great! A shearer who can’t even walk!”
Finally, I make it home, drenched but alive. I’m thinking about dinner, right? I pull out the lamb, and it’s looking good. I start cooking, and the smell fills the apartment. I’m feeling like a chef, you know? But then, I realize I forgot to buy spices. Ugh! I’m like, “What am I, a caveman?”
So, I just throw some salt and pepper on it and hope for the best. While it’s cooking, I sit down and scroll through my phone. I see a post about a festival happening in Busto-Arsizio next week. I’m like, “Oh snap! I gotta check that out!”
Dinner turns out decent, not Michelin star, but hey, I’m no Gordon Ramsay. I sit down, eat, and think about the day. It was a rollercoaster, for sure. From dodging carts to slipping on the street, to finding a cool café. Busto-Arsizio, you never fail to surprise me.
As I finish up, I can’t help but laugh. Life’s a mess sometimes, but it’s my mess. And I wouldn’t trade it for anything. Here’s to more crazy days in this wild little city!